


Perhaps the Panic was Premature

by waroftheposes



Category: Raven Cycle - Maggie Stiefvater
Genre: Established Relationship, Future Fic, M/M, Pining
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2015-09-28
Updated: 2015-09-28
Packaged: 2018-04-23 18:14:13
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Chapters: 1
Words: 4,600
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/4886791
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/waroftheposes/pseuds/waroftheposes
Summary: <blockquote class="userstuff">
              <p>Adam spends the entire summer pining. </p><p>It's ridiculous, really, how unhappy he is. He loves his internship, he likes DC, he even likes the people he's working with. They're great people. Their only flaw is that they're not Adam's friends. Ok no, scratch that. Their only flaw is that they're not Ronan.</p>
            </blockquote>





	Perhaps the Panic was Premature

**Author's Note:**

> The working title for this fic was "the one where Adam pines everywhere"

It’s not that Adam doesn’t like his internship, hell, it’s not even the fact that he’s stuck in DC. He actually likes DC, and his internship is surprisingly fun. The people he’s living with are ok too, a lot nicer than he’d expected, and the internship comes with housing, two meals and an hourly pay. Not only is he getting paid to do something he actually likes, this internship will look amazing on his resume. So Adam really has nothing to complain about. 

Except that he’s unhappy. The more time passes, the less he’s enjoying himself. He goes out with the friends he made at the internship, he goes to a concert with them too, but it’s just not the same. He misses his real friends. He misses Ronan.

Which is really stupid because he spent the entire year at school in DC, and of course he missed Ronan, but it wasn’t the same. Somehow, summer vacation has made the longing he feels stronger, so much so that Adam feels consumed by it. He hasn’t seen Ronan in over two months, Ronan hasn’t offered to come down for a visit, he’s been oddly cryptic every time he and Adam talk, and it’s eating Adam up. He wants to ask Ronan to come for a visit, wants to let him know that he can stay in Adam’s apartment for as long as he wants (forever), even though the internship probably won’t allow it, but he doesn’t want to force Ronan to come to DC when Ronan is happy where he is. 

So Adam is pining and people notice.

One morning during their coffee break, Jessica—one of the other interns—corners him to ask him what’s wrong. Adam likes Jessica, she always takes showers at night and never leaves hair lying around—unlike Melody—and she carries snacks with her everywhere. So when she asks him what’s wrong, Adam sighs and gives her half the truth.

“I miss home,” he says, sitting down on the break room table. He doesn’t really know Jessica well enough to tell her he’s pining for his boyfriend.

Jessica hums in agreement. She’s from California and she constantly talks about missing home. “I completely understand,” she says sincerely, “but you gotta fight it and enjoy the limited time you have here.”

Adam doesn’t want to tell her that he goes to Georgetown and spends his entire time in DC, so he nods and agrees.

“I know,” he says. “And I usually do a pretty good job of not missing home,” Adam almost says _him_ instead of home, but he corrects himself at the last minute. “But the summer just seems to make it worse.”

“Yeah,” Jessica sighs. “Hey, do things and keep your mind off of it.”

Adam bites his lip. All he’s done is try to keep his mind off of it. But he returns to the same thing over and over again. He wants Ronan here, with him, always.

“Why don’t you come out with us tonight?” Jessica asks.

Adam is not tempted, but he makes a show of being disappointed. “I can’t tonight,” he says. “I have plans.” The plans are a Skype date with his stupidly elusive boyfriend. Gansey, Blue and Noah were supposed to be a part of the chat too, but the former two have plans apparently, and the latter says he doesn’t feel like being a third wheel. So it’ll only be Adam and Ronan.

Adam is excited.

Jessica doesn’t ask what those plans are. She smiles at him and returns to her works. Adam sits at the break room table for a few minutes, thinking of all the things he wants to say to Ronan. It’ll be his birthday in a week, and Adam is going to ask Ronan to come stay with him for it.

Ronan is looking off camera when the video chat opens that night. He gives Adam a tired smile. “‘Sup, Parrish?”

Adam sighs and leans back on his pillows, heart beating pleasantly at the sight of Ronan. “Nothing,” he responds. “You?”

Ronan shifts a little, shrugging, but doesn’t respond beyond that. He seems to be in a bed too, but the sheets are different than his regular sheets. Adam wonders if Ronan has bought new ones, or if he actually washed his old ones and found these in a cupboard somewhere. He doesn’t ask.

“You look tired,” Adam says. He can’t keep his eyes off Ronan. Somehow, although Adam is not certain how, Ronan looks more attractive than normal. Adam wonders if it’s the lighting, or the distance, or the fact that he misses Ronan like crazy. Perhaps it’s a combination of it all. “You ok?”

Ronan rubs his eyes with his hands, yawning. “Got a lot to do,” he says, but doesn’t elaborate. “I _am_ tired.”

Adam nods, he’s tired too, but seeing Ronan makes him happier than he’s felt in days.

“How’s your shit job?” Ronan asks, grinning.

Adam glares at him. Ronan doesn’t really approve of Adam’s internship, mostly because it’s keeping Adam in DC for the summer instead of Henrietta. Lately Ronan has taken to calling the internship anything from indentured servitude to the worst job ever. Adam secretly likes it.

“It’s alright,” Adam says, “The work itself is actually fun.”

Ronan laughs.

“But Melody is still leaving her hair everywhere,” Adam continues, annoyed. 

Ronan raises his eyebrows at him. “Just tell her to stop.”

“I can’t do that!” Adam says. “She’ll hate me.”

“And you care because…?” Ronan drawls. 

Adam says, getting more comfortable on his pillows, “Because I have to live with her for another month.”

Ronan looks away, nodding. “Ok, well, your loss.”

“So,” Adam starts, gathering his courage. He’s being completely ridiculous, he knows. This is Ronan, who would probably do anything for him. Asking him to come to DC for a little bit should not be this difficult. “It’s my birthday soon…” Adam trails off, his heart beating too loud in his chest.

“I know,” Ronan says, smiling at him. “You’re gonna be so fucking old.”

Adam sighs. “Ugh, whatever. Anyways that’s not the point.”

Ronan regards him, looking amused. “What’s the point?”

“I was wondering if you could come here this week for my birthday?” Adam gets out in a rush. “You can stay in my room, no one will care.”

Ronan looks conflicted, and Adam immediately feels like an idiot for asking. 

“Adam,” Ronan begins and Adam’s heart drops.

“Please say yes,” he says, not caring how desperate he sounds. He really wants Ronan here with him. “I miss you so much,” he finishes in a whisper.

Ronan remains silent, looking off screen. When he finally speaks, his words are not what Adam wants to hear.

“I can’t,” he says. “I’ll come up for your birthday for sure,” he continues when Adam’s face falls. “But I have too much to do right now to spend an entire week on break.”

Adam sighs. He knows Ronan is busy at home, that taking care of the farm is a full time job in itself. But he can’t help feeling the disappointment. “It’s ok, I guess.”

“Hey,” Ronan says gently. “I’ll get you the best birthday present ever, ok?”

Adam wants to say that the only present he wants is for Ronan to be here, but he holds his tongue. Instead he smiles at Ronan, trying to make it look genuine. “Make sure it’s as expensive as possible.”

Ronan flashes him a grin. “For you?” He says. “Anything.”

Adam goes to sleep hopeful that night. Sure Ronan won’t be with him for the week, but he’ll be there for Adam’s birthday, and that, Adam tells himself, is all that matters.

—

Ronan is even more scarce the week before Adam’s birthday. He hardly texts, he calls once, and they don’t Skype again. Adam, at this point, has decided that something is definitely up, although he’s not sure what, and is wondering whether now is an appropriate time to start freaking out. 

He starts freaking out. 

On the Tuesday before his birthday, he checks his phone so many times that Max asks if everything is alright.

On the Thursday, he’s feeling stressed enough that he accidentally crumples a bunch of really important documents. He has to undo all of that before any of the bosses notice. Jessica and Max try to help. The bosses notice anyways. 

On the Friday, he hasn’t talked to Ronan in a week and he finally tells Melody off for all the hair she leaves everywhere. 

She apologizes and Adam feels like shit. 

He means to apologize to her that night, but as they exit the building, he is greeted by the smiling faces of Gansey and Blue. Blue leaps at him, engulfing him in a hug. 

“Happy birthday!” She says and Adam lifts his head to see that Gansey has followed behind her. He too gives Adam a hug, a brief one.

“Noah had some matters to attend to,” Blue says as she grabs Adam’s arm. “He sends love, and a present.”

Adam nods, too overwhelmed to speak. “Gansey and I thought we could surprise you.”

Gansey claps Adam on the back. “Are you surprised?”

“Very,” Adam manages to say.

“We’ll be here all weekend,” Blue continues. “You’re welcome to stay with us.”

Adam blinks, trying to wrap his mind around the suggestion. “Be a third wheel?”

Gansey laughs, “No, not a third wheel per se…”

Adam rolls his eyes at the two of them. He wonders if they know what Ronan is up to.

“Ronan…” he begins and stops himself. But it’s too late. Both Blue and Gansey know him well enough to see when something is wrong. Adam sighs.

“He said he’ll be here for my birthday,” he goes on. “But… this week, he’s basically disappeared.”

Gansey looks uncomfortable and Blue bites her lip, looking away. They know what’s up, Adam realizes immediately. They know what Ronan is up to and they’re feeling guilty.

“Tell me,” he demands and silence ensues. 

Gansey looks ready to spill his guts, but it’s Blue that speaks up. “It’s nothing to worry about,” she says cryptically. “He’ll tell you when he sees you.”

“And that will be tomorrow?” Adam prods. Tomorrow is his birthday.

Blue looks even more guilty. Gansey says, “He will come, if he said he will. Ronan doesn’t lie.”

Blue nods vigorously, in a way that makes it hard for Adam to believe either of them. He turns back to where the other interns are standing, waiting for him, since they all go home together after work. He introduces them to Gansey and Blue, lets them know that he wouldn’t be going home tonight, and turns reluctantly towards the Pig.

Gansey and Blue take him to a cafe, where they present him with a huge chocolate cake and a really obnoxious rendition of the happy birthday song. They also take him out to dinner, to eat pizza, because they are nothing if not predictable. 

Adam enjoys himself. Of course he does, Blue and Gansey are two of his closest friends. However, he can’t help the nagging feeling in his stomach that keeps reminding him that the two of them came from Henrietta, that logically, Ronan should have come with them, that Ronan’s absence and his silence means that he won’t be coming. 

Adam sleeps badly that night, and his mood is worsened when he wakes up that morning to see a single text from Ronan.

_“Something went wrong. Got held up. Won’t be able to make it today. Sorry.”_

_Well_ , Adam thinks bitterly, _at least he said sorry._

Blue comes into the room they had given Adam to find him glaring daggers at his phone. He throws it at her when she asks him what’s wrong. Adam sees her go from shocked to confused to angry as she reads Ronan’s text, and once done, without saying anything, she dials his number.

Adam wants to stop her, but he feels fixed in place by her glare, even if it’s not directed at him. The phone rings three times before it’s picked up, Adam can hear it.

“ _Adam,”_ he hears Ronan’s voice say and Adam wants so badly to take the phone away from Blue and talk to him.

“No, Blue,” she hisses at the phone. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” She continues and then walks out of the room. Adam stares after her, dumbfounded. He can’t help feeling curious about the conversation, so against his better judgment, he leaves his bed and follows her out to the main area. He is greeted by Gansey, who tells him he is under strict instruction from Blue to keep him away from the conversation she is having with Ronan. 

“More like a massacre,” Gansey goes on, trying to lighten the mood. “It’s not really conversation if she yells at him the entire time, is it?”

Adam runs a hand through his hair. He’s so tired, he slept badly, and now, the only thing he was looking forward to on his birthday is busted. He wants nothing more than to go back to bed and sleep for a hundred years.

“Gansey, tell me what’s going on,” he says, trying to sound pathetic, knowing Gansey will fold if Adam looks hurt enough.

Gansey makes a strangled sound. “I can’t,” he says. “I promised.”

Adam sighs and leans his head against the wall. 

“It’s nothing bad, Adam,” Gansey continues, resting a hand against Adam’s shoulder. “I know it looks really bad, but it’s good. I promise.”

From the other room they can hear Blue’s outraged voice. Adam tries to make out what she’s saying, but it’s impossible. He sighs again.

“Does he not want to see me?” he asks Gansey. _Does he not want me anymore?_ He thinks miserably, but refrains from sharing that with Gansey. “Because I really fucking miss him.”

“Oh Adam no,” Gansey says, and hugs him. “He misses you too. So much.”

Adam fixes a glare at Gansey’s hair, he doesn’t feel brave enough to meet Gansey’s eyes. Swallowing a lump in his throat, he says, “Yeah, I can see how much he misses me.”

Gansey pushes at his head. “Ronan’s an idiot. I promise it’ll all be ok.”

At that moment, Blue emerges from the other room, looking mollified. She throws Adam’s phone at him and gives him a tired smile. 

“The asshole says he’s sorry and he’ll make it up to you,” she says, sitting by Gansey’s other side.

“I’m going back to bed,” Adam groans and gets up. “Today sucks.”

“No,” Blue says forcefully. “Today does not suck. We’re going sightseeing.”

“We are _not,_ ” both Adam and Gansey say at the same time. 

“It’s my birthday and I’m sad,” Adam says, pouting. “And lonely. Don’t make me do things I don’t want to do.”

Blue glares at him. “You can’t be that sad,” she says evenly, “if you’re using it to manipulate me into letting you sulk.”

—

Blue drags them around DC, going from one monument to another, making Gansey buy her a variety of useless souvenirs. They buy Adam another cake, for some reason, and neither of them mention Ronan again. 

Adam tries to have fun for their sake. They did drive all the way to DC for his birthday. They bought him cake twice, and a room with a really soft bed. And they did their best to keep him from feeling lonely on his birthday. On Sunday, they give him presents, which actually does lift up his mood. Somehow.

Noah has bought him a giant snow-globe filled with glitter. Adam laughs out loud when he sees it. “I’ll let him know this is my favorite present,” he says to Blue. Blue hands him the present she bought next. 

It’s two pairs of black pants. Adam looks at her with awe. “This is great,” he says, giving her a hug. “I really needed new pants.”

She points at her head, then rolls her eyes. “I have psychics in my house,” she says, as way of explanation. 

Gansey bought him an iPad. 

Adam groans when he opens it. “I said nothing too expensive, Gansey,”

Gansey looks confused. “It wasn’t too expensive,” he says and Adam sighs.

“Thank you,” he says, smiling at Gansey. “It will be useful.”

Gansey smiles brightly. “I know! It will!” he says, and that’s that.

They leave Sunday evening, driving Adam to his dorm and both giving him firm hugs. Blue lingers for a moment after Gansey has already started the Pig.

“It’ll be ok,” she says to Adam. “Believe me.”

Adam doesn’t believe her. He goes to sleep that night—sends Ronan a goodnight text—feeling nervous. His dreams reflect his feelings, he wakes up even less restful than the day of his birthday. 

On the way to the internship, he makes sure to apologize to Melody. She smiles and tells him it’s ok, really, she has a lot of hair, which makes him feel shitty all over again. But work is nice, somewhat. Adam doesn’t really feel into work. He mostly feels tired. Hopeless. Ready to drop everything and crawl back into bed. He feels like he’s on autopilot, doing the duties assigned to him, but really detached from everything.

That is, until the rest of the interns gather around the window facing the parking lot and start whispering.

Adam pulls Max aside as the boy starts leaving the window.

“What’s going on?” he asks, eyeing the window. There are too many people in front of it for Adam to be able to see out. 

Max rolls his eyes. “There’s this dude outside,” he says. “Apparently he’s,” and Max stops to make air quotes, “‘super hot and dangerous looking,’ according to Melody.”

Adam’s heart skips a beat. “Did you see him?”

Max nods.

“What did he looks like?” Adam forces the words out of his mouth. He knows he’s probably being an idiot. There could be a million “super hot and dangerous” looking people out there who are not Ronan. Still he can’t help himself.

Max scratches his head. “I don’t know, looks kind of like an asshole, black car, shaved head—”

Adam is running before Max finishes. There is still a chance that he is wrong, that the stranger outside is not Ronan. Adam ignores that chance, hoping against hope that he’s right.

He bursts out of the front doors of the office building and sees that he was right. It is Ronan. Ronan who looks up from his phone when he hears the doors. Ronan who smiles hesitantly at Adam. 

Adam runs to him. 

He can’t really help himself. Ronan is here and Adam hasn’t seen him for over two months. He doesn’t think about the past few weeks, about Ronan’s odd silence. He runs and throws himself at Ronan, burying his face in Ronan’s neck.

Ronan grips him tightly, pressing small kisses to his ear and cheek. Adam melts into him, feeling warmth spread throughout his body. 

“I missed you so much,” he says into Ronan’s neck. “Where the fuck have you been?”

“Missed you too,” Ronan responds, pulling back, and Adam lets go of him reluctantly. When he speaks again, he has a hard time looking Adam in the eye.

“Why did it take you so long to get out of the sweatshop?” he asks with a smirk.

Adam punches him lightly. He doesn’t want to do that though, he wants to kiss Ronan. “I was at work. Also it’s not like I knew you were here.”

Ronan snorts. 

“You’re deflecting,” Adam continues.

 Ronan takes Adam’s hands into his own. “Happy birthday,” he says softly. “I have a surprise for you.”

He releases Adam’s hands to wrap his arms around Adam’s waist. Adam puts his arms around Ronan’s neck. “You’re a little late,” he says, resting his forehead against Ronan’s. 

Ronan kisses him softly, and lingers, lips a breath away from Adam’s. “I’m sorry.”

Adam groans and kisses him again, this time forcefully, putting all the frustration he’s felt for the past week into the kiss. Ronan’s grip on his waist tightens as Adam pushes him into the side of the BMW. When they break away, Ronan laughs.

“Come on,” Ronan says to him, gesturing to the car. “Let’s go.”

Adam sighs. “I can’t. I have work.” 

“So ditch,” Ronan says, grabbing Adam’s hands again. 

“I can’t just ditch,” Adam says, annoyed. “They’ll fire me.”

Ronan regards the building suspiciously. “Can they even fire you from an internship?”

“They can if it’s paid,” Adam responds. He feels frustrated, he really wants to go with Ronan. “Let me go and see if I can get the rest of the day off,” he says, freeing his hands from Ronan’s. “Stay here.”

 “Yes sir,” Ronan says sarcastically. 

Adam turns and runs back to the building, bounces on the balls of his feet as the elevator ascends to the office floor. 

The elevator doors open to reveal all of the interns, looking at him with various levels of interest. Jessica and Melody look ready to interrogate him, Max looks confused. The other two, who don’t know him as well, look intrigued.Adam almost closes the elevator door to escape them, but Ronan is outside, and Adam needs to get the day off, so he steps out of the elevator and into the throng of his colleagues.

He sees someone open their mouth and closes his eyes with a sigh. “His name is Ronan. He’s my boyfriend. No I’m not gay, I’m bi. I met him at boarding school— ha ha stereotypes. Oh,” he finally says. “He’s not dangerous, he just looks dangerous. Although, Max is correct, he is a bit of an asshole.” He opens his eyes to see the five other interns looking at him surprised. “Ok, he’s a complete asshole,” Adam says with a fond smile. “That part is definitely not just on the outside. Excuse me.” he forces his way through the door, away from the interns’ curious faces and to his boss’ office.

His boss does give him the day off, since it was just his birthday, and also she’s heard the interns murmuring. 

He makes his way through the office, ignoring the pointed looks of the other interns, and leaves the building to find that Ronan has taken to throwing rocks to keep himself amused.

“You know when people say you’re a bad influence,” Adam says, leaning against him, “these are the things they use as examples.”

Ronan snorts and flicks a pebble at him. “Did your overlords give you the day off?”

“Yes,” Adam responds dodging the pebble and opening the passenger door of the BMW. “Let’s go.”

—

They go to an apartment complex near Georgetown. Adam has seen it before, it looks very stylish and very out of his price range.

Ronan parks in the street and takes Adam up three flights of stairs, stopping in front of an unassuming black door and fishing out keys from his pocket.

That’s when it dawns on Adam.

He turns to Ronan. “You didn’t,” he says quietly.

Ronan smiles at him and opens the door, pushing Adam in. 

“You bought me an apartment?” 

Ronan closes the door behind him. “Technically,” he says, “I bought us an apartment?”

Adam turns from inspecting the place to look at him. “What?”

“It’s more for me than for you, it’s not like you have to pay for your dorm.” Ronan scratches his head as he says this. “I mean you don’t have to pay for anything if you decide to move in here,” he says as if Adam would not want to move into the stupidly gorgeous apartment. “But it’s mostly so that I have a place to stay while you’re at school.”

Adam’s brain hasn’t really caught up to what Ronan is saying yet. So again, he asks, “What?”

“I’m moving to DC,” Ronan says slowly. “For as long as you’re here.” He stops, looking at Adam nervously. “Surprise?”

Adam feels rooted to the spot with shock. Here’s Ronan, fulfilling Adam’s biggest and most selfish desire. “I can’t believe it,” he whispers, he thinks he might start crying. “I can’t believe you.”

Ronan opens his mouth to say something, but Adam rushes to kiss him before that. “Thank you,” he says between kisses. “God, I love you so much,” Adam’s shivering, he’s not sure if it’s from the excitement or the kisses. Maybe both. “You are the literal best.”

“It’s pretty selfish,” Ronan says when they break apart. “I’m basically giving you myself as a present.”

Adam pushes him into one of the couches into the living room. “The best present,” he says, wrapping his arms around Ronan’s shoulder and kissing his cheek. “The only present I wanted.”

“I love you too,” Ronan hums and they stay silent for a while.

—

“Did Blue and Gansey know about this?” Adam asks a while later. He’s exploring the apartment. It’s a studio but it’s kind of big, and someone has gone through a significant amount of trouble to decorate it. “Is that why they looked so guilty?”

Ronan, who is following Adam around, laughs. “Yes they knew. They wanted to tell you, but I made them promise not to.”

“Gansey looked like he was in actual pain,” Adam says, as he opens the cabinets in the kitchen to see they’ve been stocked with kitchenware. 

Ronan snorts. “Blue was really pissed at me for a while there.” He follows Adam out of the kitchen and into the area designated as the bedroom. “She yelled a lot.”

“I heard,” Adam responds, turning to him. “I was pretty hurt. I thought…” he doesn’t finish that thought. He doesn’t want to tell Ronan that he’d thought Ronan had finally come to his senses and decided he was too good for Adam.

“You thought wrong.” Ronan’s hands come up to rest against Adam’s cheeks. “You thought so wrong.”

Adam kisses him softly. “It hurt.”

“I’m sorry,” Ronan says for the second time that day, pulling Adam in a bone crushing hug. “I’m shit.”

“Yeah, a bit. But also, you’re the best,” Adam says, smiling. “Did you decorate this place?” He lets go of Ronan to sit on the bed. Ronan lays down next to him.

“Yes I did,” he sighs. “I dreamed most of it up—with permission of course. It was a bitch to make it look decent-ish and move shit into it.”

Adam lays down too, turning to face Ronan. “Looks amazing,” he says, right hand trailing down Ronan’s chest. “You’ve been busy.”

Ronan grabs his hand and brings it to his mouth, kissing it softly. “So fucking busy.”

Adam lets Ronan play with his hands. “So what went wrong on my birthday?”

Ronan groans, letting Adam’s hand fall to his face. “A fucking pipe burst,” he responds. “Everything was ready and I was going to come pick you up from whatever hotel Gansey took you to and then a fucking pipe burst and flooded the bathroom. It took that day and yesterday to get everything cleaned up.”

Adam laughs, “So you’ve been here for weeks. Why not just tell me? You know I was dying to see you.”

“It was supposed to be a surprise, jackass,” Ronan says, but there’s no malice in his words. “I couldn’t come see you, I might have accidentally told you everything.”

“Ok.” Adam pushes himself further into Ronan’s space and lifting his head so he could rest it on Ronan’s chest. “When can I move in?”

“Depends,” Ronan answers, sitting up. “Can we go get your stuff right now?”

**Author's Note:**

> This might be my favorite thing that I've written, which is really saying something since my ridiculous magnum opus took me literal months. Still, I'm super happy with this one. I have so many different headcanons for this one it's actually ridiculous.
> 
> Anyways I am, of course, on [tumblr](http://waroftheposes.tumblr.com/). Everyone's welcome to come say hi and such.

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